Augur, perspicacious one,
I apologise if I misinterpreted you. However, whether we speak of
good and evil, or the principles of creation and destruction,
the ending will still be the same.
I may well appear arrogant to you, but this is purely a matter of
perception. Like the Darkness I so cherish, I simply am.
Everything is meaningful and meaningless, as we choose.
In this I find my peace.
So, make your attempts to heal and convert me if you must, and
I hope that you will recognise the futility of it.

Aoifa Aybara
Then the night she fell, and the air was beautiful.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Ero, in the year 250 AF.